Lost dreams, lost dreams what it means

Bright. Singing: Wang Feng.

When the ashes are seized frost.

The roof becomes the chrysanthemum dew grass of autumn when the car becomes it.

I use it as a stubborn withered vine.

Bags are full of foreign lands.

When the earth is covered with fallen leaves crying azaleas.

When the fog turns away and bless me for missing my family, that's what I say goodbye to.

Maybe the melancholy of loss will tear my steps apart.

I believe that the future will give me a pair of dreams.

The wings though painful did not make me black blue.

I firmly believe that in the distance.

Light when ashes are seized frost.

The roof becomes the chrysanthemum dew grass of autumn when the car becomes it.

I'm with stubborn withered vines.

Tricky travel on luggage.

Maybe chaos will tear my arm apart.

I believe that the future will give me a pair of wings for my dreams.

Despite the frustration trauma that kept me from moving.

I firmly believe that at the distance of light.

The day I made waves with my wings.

I hold the side of the line, and the body is blood-red with the sun biting the biting wind in this.

I praise you for hearing the cry to melancholy.

Maybe without my footsteps will be torn apart.

I believe that the future will give me a pair of dreams, although the painful failure has left me bruised.

I firmly believe that on a long trip maybe chaos will tear my arm apart.

I believe that the future will give me a pair of dreams.

Although the trauma of the wings has made it difficult for me to move.

I firmly believe that at the distance of light.

I firmly believe that in the distance the light.

Dear, am I satisfied, please give full marks.

In the journey of dreams, sometimes, it is like an invisible net, which nets my heart, and also nets my awe and obsession with human nature.

The depths of the night tomb are empty, it is a kind of contemplative night; And my night sky, it's a kind of intoxicating beauty.

On the canopy of the night, there is a faint moonlight, and the curved moon floats in the night sky, like a veil, covering my field of vision like a veil, and deep in my heart it seems that I really think of something obsessively.

In the early morning, there is a faint faint white cloud floating in the sky, just like a faint ink painting, spread in front of me, floating and knowing a quiet face, it also seems to be telling a distance, in such a daytime, I sit quietly in front of the computer, tapping on the keyboard, sometimes accidentally splashing a drop of water, the gentle tapping sound is not singing at all, but listening to these inner sounds of nature, slowly, slowly, it is easiest for me to feel the joy of others in such a melody, And without the slightest expectation and pain, just like that, gazing affectionately, as if to tell them, in you, what kind of life this is.

Yes, every encounter in a dream, every chance encounter, every accidental encounter, every accidental separation, every parting of departure, how beautiful this is, I think, what kind of contradictory combination of reality is this, and what kind of love and sorrow makes people can't help but speak, really, and that kind of contradiction? Or you really don't understand me, or you don't understand me like that, or you let your heart be.

It is an unattainable dream, and I have to try it, and the result is that the bamboo basket is empty.

"Lost with the Guess Chain" is a song sung by the rock singer Zheng Jun, which is included in the first trillion chaos of his Polygram cooperation** "The Third Eye".

Man is always lost.

What we can do is to hold our own steering wheel in the lost, never forget the original intention, unswervingly collect those touches in life, gather a little bit of love, there is no shortcut and tailwind.

If one could fly out of one's skin and fly one's soul into the air to look down on one's life, would one find that most of the time was in vain? Most resentment is useless? I found that I seemed to have missed a lot of people, missed a lot of things, experienced a lot of things, experienced a lot of things, some of them were ridiculous, some of them were sad.

This feeling may also be experienced in ordinary times, many encounters make people feel crying and laughing, but it is in line with heavenly reason, just like you think of a person for no reason, she has brought you so much joy, brought you so many tears, she is so beautiful, you are so serious, but unfortunately, she has nothing to do with the rest of your life.

When we step on thorns and move forward with blood step by step, it is not sadness, it is not sorrow, it is life.